Silver:I watched in horror as Gwyddion desperately pleaded for his life at the Alpha's feet. I couldn't tell if Damon meant to punish him or not, but I had known the Alpha long enough to know he was an impulsive person. He could sentence Gwyddion to death if he remotely suspected him of something and no one would question him. "Why do you have potions that can end my life stacked away in your lair?" Alpha Damon asked with venom dripping from his voice."My Lord. I am a druid and like all other sorcerers, I was taught to mix and create potions. I have every potion known to man, both helpful and dangerous," Gwyddion explained. I cringed inwardly, because he seemed to be making matters worse for himself without knowing. "That's what I want to know. Why do you have dangerous potions randomly lying there? Why don't you just have the helpful ones?" The Alpha seethed. Gwyddion lifted his head, but the rest of his body was still pressed to the ground. This was the first time I had ever se
Silver: I maintained the King's stare, too far gone in my lie to give up now. The last time I lied to him was when Rogu had compelled me to. He had been able to tell and the results ended up dire, yet here I was, making the same mistake again, having forgotten the bond we shared was deeper than the honeymoon faze I constantly daydreamed about. It meant he could feel the same things I felt, including my guilt at having just lied. Fortunately for Gwyddion and me, before Alpha Damon opened his mouth to say anything to condemn me, someone began to knock on the door. He looked among three of us before he asked me to ask who was at the door. "Who is it?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor in my voice unnoticed. "I am here for Gwyddion," a squeaky voice responded. "It's my apprentice, my Lord," Gwyddion said with his head bowed low. "The physician will soon be here," Terah said, letting the silent Implication that Alpha Damon had to hurry up and make a decision before it was too late,
Alpha Damon: She lied. I don't know why, but she did. For a moment, my mind flew to the possibility that she had been sent by Gwyddion, and this whole prophecy thing was a just a ruse from the start to get me to trust them both before they struck. Maybe I was looking in the wrong direction, when the main threat was right in front of me.This was not the first time she'd ever lied to me, and that fact greatly bothered me. She was hiding something and she wouldn't tell me no matter how much I probed, and try as much as I could to penetrate her mind and find out what it was, our mate bond could only allow me go so far. All I was left with was the feeling of her heart palpitating, and the rest of her body being on edge. Whatever was causing it was beyond my reach, and she intended to keep it that way. In all honesty, I still trusted Gwyddion. I had never doubted him for a moment, even when I accused him of ganging up against me. I had done that because of the others. As I questioned
Silver: “Can you guys stop?” I yelled, but no one reacted to my voice. They were all bawling and shoring at one another, each trying to make their voice the loudest. It was a ridiculous sight. Each thought they were right, and watching them now, Philippe and the physician arguing with the others, I wondered whether this was their way of coping with their King's supposed death. His body was right there but they were more focused on raising their voices. Even Philippe seemed to have forgotten that Terah was his senior in rank from the way he was running his mouth. This was not the plan. I didn't know exactly what the plan was, but I just knew this wasn't it. Even Gwyddion was fighting and that was definitely not something anyone wanted to see. Men were the same everywhere, whether werewolf or human, I thought, rolling my eyes. They always fought over the most unnecessary things and later, they would say women were the more dramatic ones. “Tell them I wouldn't want them to fight if I
Silver: “What do we do now? Are we to announce his death? What will happen when they want to bury him?” I asked, starting to feel uncomfortable about the whole thing. The more I thought about this plan, the more I was sure it would fail. “Calm down…” Gwyddion started. “She’s right,” Terah said, frowning at the druid. “She may be right, but we're already deep in this and it's too late to withdraw now," he said with a note of impatience in his voice. “We have two options, but both of them involve telling someone else.” “What happened to not trusting anyone?” I asked angrily. “Who else do you plan to tell any of this without putting us in trouble?” “What else do you suggest we do then, human?” he responded, putting emphasis on my human status. He sounded just as angry as I did and it scared me because his anger only meant one thing. He was just as tensed as we were probably because he had doubts of his own. ”Why don't you ask your King?” I frowned at him but said nothing in respon
Silver: “Now we have our answer,” Gwyddion smiled. “Are you satisfied, Terah?” Terah couldn't meet his gaze. His face was still pressed to the floor and I kind of felt bad for him. However, it was his fault. I would have never known that about him if he hadn't been so aggressive. “Why didn't you answer me before?” I asked Alpha Damon out loud. “You’ll soon be Luna. You have to start solving problems. Take this as training. Figure it out,” his voice rang in my head. I sighed in indignation as I suppressed the urge to push him over once again. “Since he won't say anything, I think we should really tell someone.” Gwyddion urged. “Who?” I asked sharply, pouring my anger at Damon on him. He didn't seem to mind. “Rogu.” “What?” I asked and even Terah looked up at him. Gwyddion nodded. “Yes. He is the next in line since the Alpha has no heir and therefore, he has all the power to protect our lie. Like I said before, I'm sure of Rogu’s innocence because all the odds are pointing at
Silver: There was a girl in front of me, a very familiar-looking girl. She was holding the hand of an equally familiar-looking boy and walking away. They were walking away from me so I couldn't see their faces, but from their build, I was sure I knew them. I got excited at seeing them, even though I wasn’t sure why, so I followed them, running as fast as my legs could carry me, which wasn't far. The boy and girl entered a bend and that was when I saw the sides of their faces and recognized them. Tiffanie and Victor. My sister and best friend. I stopped running and my excitement increased. Somehow, I had finally made it out of the werewolf Kingdom and I was now reunited with my family. I started running again, my excitement giving me more strength than I thought possible. However, it seemed like the more I ran, the faster they walked. “Hey! Wait up. Tiffanie! Victor!” I called out, but they didn't seem to hear me. As a matter of fact, it was difficult to hear my own voice. It soun
Silver: “How do you feel?” Gwyddion asked me. The physician had gone out to announce to specific people that I was now conscious and fortunately, Gwyddion returned alone to check up on me. “Good,” I said, not really sure how to respond to how I was feeling after having been told I was in a coma for a whole week. “We were all worried,” he said, touching my hair. I flinched a little and he noticed and removed his hand. I wasn't particularly against anyone touching my hair, but no one ever touched my hair so it felt weird. “What happened to me?” I asked, needing to confirm what the physician had said. “Where was I found? How did I fall into this coma?” He sighed and took a seat next to me with a crestfallen look on his face. I wondered why he looked like he was responsible for my accident. I hoped not. “Right before the Alpha’s men came to see his body, I was instructed by the Moon Goddess to take you to another room. You protested, but I forced you there anyway. Now I wish I didn'